But the Office be open.
And there be no staff.
Desolation with stark solitude
Grins
I be Pretender is I.
They said ‘You be Pretender'
I said ‘I be proud as any.
But first I be cosmopolitan'
In the corner hiding
The Wise Bird sat still, still, still.
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